She. Yes, she, or rather me? I don't know, but I confuse it with Alice. Sheltered by a rabbit. Is she mom? The doll of my dreams, the one I always see. Yes, it is definitely her. Flooded with beauty. It's still her.

I had lost her and I thought I would never see her. I have spent the night looking for her and I have not got her but finally, I found her in a portrait. Alice of my dreams. But what? I cannot touch her, it's as if a screen divides us. I would like to find where she is. With its splendid beauty. Please give me my beauty. I need her.

Is this dependcy okay? I guess not or maybe yes. It's a little confusing. I would like her to be with me or would I let her be free? But will I be letting her be free? Rather, she is already free. The one that has to be free is me. Yes, this is wrong. I have to leave her and if what I feel now is love; Leaving her is also my way of showing my love for her. Always her, my beauty.

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